OctPoWriMo Day 19 (A Solitary Beach) – Cascade Form – October 19, 2015


On a solitary beach I watch the waves
Their swelling and ebbing reminds me of life
In this moment that is the here and now

Wheeling in the space between the clouds
A sea gull’s plaintive cry filters down to me
On a solitary beach as I watch the waves

The swelling waves crash on the shore
And in their ebb leave flotsam treasure troves
Their swelling and ebbing reminds me of life

Gulls and waves and flotsam combine
In a mystical whirling dancing vision of time
In this moment that is the here and now

© G.s.k. ‘15


Please take note that I will be going away for my son’s graduation ceremony in Padua and will not be able to link on Wednesday and Thursday, though I will schedule my daily poems for OctPoWriMo and will link them on the proper days upon my return.  Thanks – Bastet.

This poem is written in the Cascade form  which was created by Udit Bhatia, and is all about receptiveness, but in a smooth cascading way like a waterfall. The poem does not have any rhyme scheme; therefore, the layout is simple. Say the first verse has three lines. Line one of verse one becomes the last line of verse two. To follow in suit, the second line of verse one becomes the last line of verse three. The third line of verse one now becomes the last line of verse four, the last stanza of the poem. See the structure example below:

a/b/c, d/e/A, f/g/B, h/i/C

Morning Haiku and Waka – Harmony – April 23, 2015



a walk into clouds
from this dark inner self – light
first rays of dawn
harmony and wind-song
oasis from life’s chaos

harmony and peace
in the still silence of dawn
a whippoorwill sings

tumbling waterfall
this harmony in chaos
life is sweet

© G.s.k. ‘15

Harmony can be found in a moment of chaos or an instant of silence.  At one with yourself, beyond pretension and ambition, the understanding of what is rather than the gasping search of an unattainable presumed perfection of what should be. That instant of harmony hearing the sweet chorus of the here and now is the end and the beginning of life’s voyage.

even in this chaos
a single moment of peace
cicada love songs

© G.s.k. ‘15


Inspired by Chèvrefeuille’s wonderful post dedicated to Harmony at Carpe Diem Haiku Kai:

let shine the light
don’t hide it under a bowl –
share the Light of the World

© Chèvrefeuille

finding peace of mind
the soothing sound of rippling water
the rustling of leaves

the rustling of leaves
strengthens my tired mind
that’s fortitude

that’s fortitude
deep inner peace, the beating of my heart,
the music of life

the music of life
caught in the rippling stream –
finding peace of mind

© Chèvrefeuille

Also linked to “Harmony – Haiku and Waka” – Walking with Sekhmet

Tackle it Tuesday – Generosity and Purity – December 17, 2014



winter frost
rain in spring and fall harvest
apple trees
from blossom to fruit
living generously


the seasons
nature’s generous gift
to Earth

© G.s.k. ‘14

Carpe Diem Tackle it Tuesday – Generosity


in April
droplets fall on the leaves
the purity of rain
cleanness perfumes the air
walking through the woods

bright laughter
children in the snow
making angels

crystal trees
early mountain morning
ice fog at night

© G.s.k. ‘14

Carpe Diem Tackle it Tuesday – Purity

I was going to post the first half of this post yesterday morning when I became distracted … I’d written all my posts onto word and was looking for the purity post when I discovered that it got lost in the ether .. anyway I’m also going to link this to fog/ripe or rime for the last poem but also to publicize this great prompt written by Chèvrefeuille.

Carpe Diem Haiku Kai

pure earth
observing the seasons

© G.s.k. ‘14

The Pond – Haibun – October 8, 2014


© Arthur BrowneWalking along the path on the grounds of the monastery, I eventually came upon the ancient pool where people sat in calm meditation.  Soft om’s like a single breath could be heard, somewhere a slow recital of mumbled prayers …  the prana of the artificial pond filled people’s lungs and minds.

I sat down upon a bench with the length of the pool before me, at the opposite end, there sat a small statue of Buddha. I imagined that my thoughts were leaves falling into the water, ignoring their form, I allowed them to float peacefully as they would.  Then, a light seemed to surround me and I was aware, for one brief second, that the world and I were one.  I became the water, the wind and the light.

breath upon the lake
through peaceful reflections
prana – life


Friday Fictioneers – June 6, 2014 (Satori Haibun)

Copyright – Douglas M. MacIlroy

Copyright – Douglas M. MacIlroy

Candles and incense burnt and whilst listening to the shakuhachi I travelled beyond the room into the world of Basho:

the winter storm
hid in the bamboo grove
and quieted away

There alone yet surrounded by the haiku master’s verse, peace descended and the sound of one hand clapping echoed through my mind. The wind of the storm shook the roof tiles the warmth of the fire crackled. The nearness of Satori, tangible, snow began to fall slowly covering the terrace. The here and now – soft white harmony.

winter reflections
the snow grows ever higher
quieting the soul

Haiku – Pilgrimage Carpe Diem

city life bustles
they eat their lunch

walking down a street alone
no virtue in this

confusion and strife
freedom is the middle road
observing ducks

pilgrimage within
easy to be fooled by spring
defenses sleep

walking in a world of war
without taking sides

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Written for: Carpe Diem Special #81, The Pilgrimage to Santiago De Compostela (part 7)

Paulo Coelho seeks wisdom along the paths of Santiago De Compostela and finds peace in the open country, which he promptly loses upon coming to a big city with its confusion and mundanity … this episode made me reflect upon the times, really very often, when being by myself I felt in harmony with the world … only to feel lost and at unease once I’m back “in the world”.

Loosely quoted a Zen master once said about satori: When I sought satori, the mountains were mountains and the sky was sky…when I found satori the mountains were no longer mountains and the sky was no longer the sky … afterwards, the mountains were mountains and the sky was sky!  It’s easy to be in a state of grace when we are alone and not tested by everyday life.

Pilgrimage – Carpe Diem Haiku Kai




four roads
for each pilgrim – his own

temple – church – dojo
or just a dusty pathway
satori awaits

along dusty roads
pathway into your heart

your secret treasure
hidden unseen to you
holds your heart within

riches are within
he said – choose your goals wisely
walk the middle road


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Carpe Diem Haiku Kai Special #78